Echoes of Renewal

Ah, the simplicity of life!

To lay one's head on the bare earth underneath the vastness of the open sky.

Finding solace and communion with all that surrounds us. All that is seen and unseen; heard and unheard. Here, all is celebrated.

Ah, this is the beauty of life!

To gaze beyond the withered old leaves underneath one's soles, and the very mud that clings to these fingers; and to witness the boundless splendor of creation in the tiniest dewdrop, just as much as the golden rays from the evening sun.

Limitless and blinding, like golden arrows piercing through the veils of our jaded minds.

Unperturbed, we soar like spirits unshackled, like caged birds released for the very first time.

Here, I carry your weight into the disappearing horizon, away from the clutches of the past, away from the echoes of regrets and tears of lonely nights.

Here, they shall perish alongside the vanishing golden lights. For tomorrow the earth will be renewed, where a jubilant sky will fill this realm with beauty, mending broken hearts with serenity.